You are somewhere, a office, a crowded street, a school hallway, a party, and you are not wearing any clothes. The horrible awareness of it arrives like a cold wave. You look around, heart sinking, trying to figure out how this happened and what you're supposed to do. Maybe people are staring. Maybe, somehow, nobody has noticed yet. Maybe you feel an unexpected rush of something that isn't quite shame. Whatever version you experienced, you woke up with a very specific kind of feeling, part relief, part lingering embarrassment, part genuine confusion about what your mind was doing.
